Larksong Grotto All my friends are heathens

he reiterated that it was poisonous. indra huffed as if indignant; uh, duh it was poisonous! she knew that, that's why she wanted him to pick it up.

his incredulity was not overlooked; she puffed her chest slightly as he mentioned reek's real name. he wasn't really hiram.. not to indra. he was either papa, or reek -- the boogeyman that the adults of her earliest moments had depicted as foul and evil.

"i am." she answered, trying her best to mimic an air of importance. seff didn't need to know that reek had replaced her and laurel with a newer model. "when did you get here seff? and why?" she couldn't fathom why anyone would want to come to the grotto -- not when she had tried so hard to escape it.